I know that my phone camera isn’t the best in the world, so you’re going to have to take my word for it that these are a pair of pink panties (apparently of the “thong” variety). They were found hanging this morning (through no action of my own, I might add) from a post on a stairwell leading into the West Quadrangle of the Old University Building at Glasgow Uni.
It’s bad enough for a man such as myself to wake up at half seven in the morning so that I can walk in sub-freezing temperatures the mile or so to class and face Latin, but to then be greeted by proof-positive that someone out there is having a whole lot more fun than I am on Tuesday evenings . . . well. That’s just criminal (but at least I got my monthly dose of randomness bordering on surrealism)! And to whoever out there lost said pants: Weren’t you cold?
Think about it.
“Sail away where no ball and chain
Can keep us from the roarin’ waves
Together undivided but forever we’ll be free
So sail away aboard our rig
The moon is full and so are we
We’re seven drunken pirates
We’re the seven deadly sins”
~Flogging Molly – “Seven Deadly Sins” – and the concert Sunday was just ace!